


How to Escape the Empty

by Jena_Aiton



Category: Supernatural
Genre: Based on all of Tumblr, Gen, humor fic
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2018-07-30
Updated: 2018-10-02
Packaged: 2019-06-16 10:09:29
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 5
Words: 4,548
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15434739
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Jena_Aiton/pseuds/Jena_Aiton
Summary: Gabriel, Anna, and Balthazar wake up in a strange place surrounded by darkness.  After annoying a cosmic entity (a lot more than Castiel did) the angels must find a way to release their brothers and sisters from The Empty - before the Winchester's manage to adequately fuck up the world.





	1. Prologue: Annoying an Age-Old Entity into Bringing Us Back To Life

Black.

Everything was black. The walls, the ceiling, the floor. And it wasn't the light kind of black. It was royal and deep and intimidating. It was like when you closed your eyes in an already dark room.

This was the Empty. I knew it immediately. Once, after the death of a brother, I ask Dad where angels went where they died. He had said that there had been something before him and the Darkness. Nothing. Every angel had come from nothing, and to nothing they would have to return.

But once you were in the Empty, you were supposed to stay in a peaceful sleep forever, so why was I awake? 

"Hellooooooo?" I asked the darkness, hoping to find someone to fill the isolation. "Is anyone there? Mr. Empty?"

Someone coughed behind me, and I whipped around to find Anna Milton picking herself off the ground. Instinctively, I reached down to help her up. She batted it away.

"Anna, what are you doing here?" I questioned as she brushed herself off. 

"I'm dead, you dumbass," she retorted. "Your bitch of a brother, Micheal, killed me."

"Same," I said. "Except the Micheal that killed me was from another dimension and was even more of a douche."

"Winchesters?" Anna asked.

"Winchesters," I agreed. 

"Winchesters," came a familiar voice from behind us. "Someone should put a bell on those idiots, I swear to Dad."

"Balthazar?" Anna said with genuine surprise. 

Balthazar smiled. "In the flesh."

"Where are we?" Anna asked, turning to me. "Why do angels keep appearing here?"

"We're in the Empty," I explained. "It's where angels and demons go when they die."

"Ah," Balthazar commented. "Lovely."

I shrugged. "We shouldn't be awake. Usually, the Empty keeps you in eternal sleep."

"Okay," Anna said, starting to wrap her mind around the situation. "So how do we get out?"

Balthazar and I glanced at each other. "We have to find the actual Empty." I answered hesitantly.

"Okay, how do we that?" Anna wondered out loud.

A cheeky smile spread across Balthazar's face. "I know," he clapped his hands and walked in a circle. "We annoy him out!"

~o~

Cut to ten minutes later.

Balthazar was singing "We Will Rock You" and dancing to the music. I had found my horn (which I realized was more of a glorified kazoo) and was dancing around Anna and Balthazar while purposely playing badly. Anna simply sat cross legged, screaming at the top of her lungs. It was mayhem.

It went on like that for another hour. As celestial beings (no less, dead celestial beings) we didn't tire or get bored. And when the Empty showed up, nothing had changed.

"What in the name of HELL is going on here?" it asked. Honestly, it was the most terrifying thing in the world. There were three of us, so it was morphed into a mix of us all.

"We're going home!" I declared, still blowing into the horn.

"No," the Empty said, rubbing his temples. "You're going to drive me mad."

"Same difference," Balthazar yelled. Anna was still screaming.

"Oh, you absolute idiots," the Empty sighed. "Why would I let you go when I can just as easily put you back to sleep?"

"Because you can't." Anna took a break from her screaming. "You would've done it the second we woke up!"

The Empty sighed. "Just go back to sleep. Please?"

"NO!" we all screamed together.

The next thing I knew, I had a face full of dirt and grass.


	2. One: Hijacking a Car and Calling the Eldest Son of God From a Payphone

Anna, Balthazar, and I were sitting in a circle in the middle of a dense forest.  After being dead and resurrected, each of our Grace was seriously depleted.  Especially Anna's, because she had been dead the longest.  I was trying to tune into angel radio, while Balthazar tried to recognize where we were and where a road was.

"I'm on the radio," I said, eyes closed.  "I can't say anything; my Grace is too low.  No one's talking, either."

"No one?" Anna asked. 

I nodded.  Then I remembered what Cas had said before we fought Micheal.  "Heaven doesn't have enough angels.  The lights are going out."

"Who's still there?" Balthazar said, looking at the sky to try and read the clouds.  

"Naomi, and a few others," I answered.  

"Ugh," Anna said with displeasure.  "Naomi.  I hate her."

"Don't we all, sister."

Balthazar laughed.  "Remember when Cas, Samandriel, and us redecorated her office?"

Anna chuckled.  "Heck yes!  That was epic."

"And after that we went and dyed Lucifer's wings pink." A small smile appeared on my face.  "Yeah, I remember that."

We sat there for a minute, remembering when times had been simpler.  Before Micheal and Lucifer fought, before I left Heaven, and Balthazar faked his death, and Anna fell.  Before.

"I think I know where we are," Balthazar said, interrupting the silence.  "Somewhere in Maine."

"And our wings are clipped for now," Anna sighed.  "How are we gonna get to Kansas?"

"Simple," I said.  "We steal a car.  At least until we can fly."

"A roadtrip?" asked Anna.  "Maybe we can even listen to some headbangers!"

"Save the sarcasm," Balthazar told her.  "I am not going to sit in a car with little miss asshole the entire ride."

"Guys, am I seriously going to have to be the adult?" I asked, rolling my eyes.  "That never went well!"

"Fine," Anna said, shooting Balthazar the finger.  "We better get walking."

~o~

Almost an hour later, we emerged from the forest and was met with the comforting sight of a road.  And even more comforting, a gas station across the street.  

"Hey, look!" Balthazar said, pointing to the parking lot.  "That's a sweet SUV.  Think anyone would care if it went missing?"

"Yeah someone would!" I exclaimed.  "That thing is nice."

"Think we could get it?" 

Anna smiled mischievously.  "Leave it to me."

Two minutes later, Anna was in the store flirting with a married man who undoubtedly owned the car.  Disgusting, I thought. 

He touched her on the arm.  I almost smote him.

Three minutes later, the creep was checking out and Anna was prancing towards us with the jingling of keys sounding from her pocket.

"Gosh," she breathed, depositing the keys in my open palm.  "What a fucking creep.  Hardly got out of there without being locked in the janitor's closet with him." 

"Never would have let that happen," I said, climbing into the car.  "Probably would have killed him first."

"And it makes me feel less guilty about stealing his SUV," Balthazar admitted, sitting in the passenger's seat.  Anna sat in the back.  We pulled out.

"You never feel guilty," Anna said, flicking his ear.

Balthazar shrugged.  "And you brain-washed him?"

"It's not brain-wash," Anna defended.  "It's persuading gently."

'Brain-wash,' Balthazar mouthed to me.

"Doesn't matter, does he care that we took off with his car?"

"Nope," Anna said.  "He said I was the most beautiful girl in the world, and I could have anything of his.  I got $50 for gas."

"How do you feel?" I asked.  "That must've taken a lot of Grace."

"Oh, Gabe," she teased.  "Always the older brother.  I feel...tired.  But fine."

"Tired?" Balthazar asked.  "You're an angel.  You shouldn't be tired."

"Just give it awhile," Anna said.  "Maybe we can stop at a motel tonight, I dunno.  It just needs time to recharge."

We drove in silence for a while.  Balthazar turned on the radio.

'It was the heat of the moment...'

A small smirk played on my lips.  "You know, I once got Sam Winchester so bad with this song.  Made him relive a hundred Tuesdays of Dean dying."

"Like Groundhog Day?" Anna asked.

"Exactly.  It was hilarious." 

Balthazar chuckled.  "I unsunk the Titanic."

Anna sighed and rubbed her forehead.  "Can't you two just be normal angels?"

"You're one to talk," I said, drumming my fingers on the wheel.  "You fell from Heaven."

Anna blushed.  "Shut up."

We drove in silence for a long time after that.  

~o~

Two hours into the road trip, and Anna was passed out in the backseat.  I'll admit, it worried Balthazar and I.  If we couldn't use Anna's expertise mind-control without her developing more human characteristics, we were going to have a problem.  Balthazar was awful at the brain washing, and I hadn't even so much as attempted it since I left Heaven.  

"What're we gonna do when she needs to eat?" Balthazar whispered.  "Grace takes a long time to recharge.  You know this more than anyone."

"We'll see," I said, staring at the empty road.  "Until then, we have to find Cas."

"Angels don't have their wings," Balthazar said.  "What good will it do?  No one can come rescue us."

"Pfft.  We don't need to be rescued.  We have a little Grace left over, and that goes a long way."

Balthazar pointed to Anna and raised an eyebrow.  

"That was a risky stunt anyway," I defended.  "We shouldn't have let her do it anyways.  We could've just taken the car."

Balthazar opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out.  

~o~

A payphone.

Praise Dad, there was a payphone.

It was dingy and I doubt anyone had used it in over a century, but it was glorious in that happy moment we pulled up to it.  Balthazar took a quarter he had found in the car out of his pocket and we went to see if the contraption still worked.

Anna was still out, and we didn't try and wake her.  Balthazar slid the coin into the machine.  I remembered Dean's phone number from my (limited) time with them, and dialed it in.  Then Balthazar picked the receiver up and held it out for us both to hear.

A voice that belonged to Dean but didn't sound like him answered.  "Who might this be?"

"Dean, it's Gabriel," I said quickly.  "You need to help us."

"Gabriel," Dean enunciated every syllable.  "I thought I killed you."

Not even a moment of confusion wavered through my brain.  "Micheal." The cold voice with a hint of sarcasm, the smile you could hear.  I recognized my brother anywhere.

Balthazar frowned and looked over to me.  I held my finger up to silence him.  

"Hello, brother," Micheal said, the auditory smile stretching.  "Fancy hearing you alive...again."

"Dude, what the hell?  I died for those Lose-chesters to seal your sorry ass in that place, and they let me die in vain?"

"Even more," Micheal said.  "Dean accepted him self as my vessel."

"How did you double-cross him?" I said with exasperation.

"Not of import."

" 'Not of import?'   Am I going to have to have the same talk I had with Lucifer with you?  Alright, Micheal, you are my brother, and I love you -"

"Quiet," he said, cutting me off from my monologue.  "I will find you, and whoever 'us' is.  And I will kill you all again.  Good day, brother."

Silence.

Damn it.

Balthazar looked at me questionably.  "Isn't he in Hell?"

I rolled my eyes.  "Douchier version.  C'mon.  We really have to find Sam and Cas now."

 


	3. Two: Ganking a Demon and Reminiscing With a Stranger

The road was dark, only dimly lit by the car's headlights. Anna had only woken up once, but thirty minutes later she was passed out. Balthazar was leaning against the window, probably wishing that he could sleep. And honestly, I couldn't blame him. It was boring, being on the road all day and half the night.

And things only got worse when red and blue lights began flashing behind us. Balthazar looked up and Anna immediately woke. "Oh, son of a bitch-" they both said simultaneously.

"Do you guys think we can get out of this without using our powers?" I said somewhat nervously, tapping my foot.

"We don't have a license," Anna sighed.

"So, no," Balthazar finished as he handed me the registration.

"Anna, you didn't think to get the dude's license?" I asked, thumbing through the papers.

"I'm sorry, what did you want me to do, all High and Mighty?" she deadpanned. "What good would it do? You look nothing like that slug back at the gas station."

The officer knocked on the window. It was a stone-faced man with sunglasses over his eyes. Classic douche. I rolled the window down and the officer leaned against the car.

"Registration and license," he commanded, already holding out his hand. I handed him the registration.

He flipped through it, not even reading. "License?" 

"Yeeeah... see, about that -"

All of sudden, something didn't seem right. The man was acting oddly, and I could see something behind his glasses. Something...dark. It hit me.

"It's a demon!" I yelled. The demon almost immediately pulled his glasses down to reveal his True Face, and he smiled.

"Well look who found me..." 

As everyone in the car started to freak out, something peculiar happened. A gun fired from behind the demon, and he turned to see his partner, who had been sitting in the car. She shot again.

Unfazed, the demon began to walk towards her. "Why hello, little Donna..."

I turned to Anna. "Quick," I whispered. "Do an exorcism."

As the demon continued it's walk to the woman, Anna leaned over to the open window. 

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus

omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio

infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,

omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."

As she continued her chant, the demon froze. He turned around to face us as he started to shudder. "Gabriel, Balthazar, Annael," he said in his now gagging, rasping voice. "You can send me to Hell, you can kill as many of us as you please...but we have explicit orders to never let you get near the Winchesters."

When Anna finished, black smoke poured from the man's mouth. The vessel fell to the ground, limp.

We all got out of the car and rushed to the man and the woman.

"He's dead," Anna announced, her hand resting on his pulse. 

The woman turned to me. "Hello. I'm Donna Hanscum, and I think I can help you."

~o~

Donna was sitting in the driver's seat, facing the open door. Balthazar and I were standing, but Anna found herself fatigued and sat cross-legged on the dirt. The sheriff began her story.

"I knew he was something supernatural as soon as we got on the road," she said. "He was acting weird. I've only dealt with vampires, and the like. But I knew something was wrong with Rich. Are you guys hunters? Why are you looking for the Winchesters?"

"Well-" Balthazar stalled.

"Umm..." Anna contributed.

"Funny story," I said, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Well? What are ya?"

"I'm Annael," Anna introduced. "But I prefer Anna. And, I would prefer the story of how you know the Winchesters before we reveal anything."

Donna smiled a comforting smile. "Fair enough. Let's see, I met them in a weight-loss resort near Minnesota. They were working a case. Then, later I met the lovely Jody Mills who was working a vampire case with them. And after that, I did a case with them, Jody, and her two 'daughters', Alex Jones and Claire Novak..."

"Novak?" I asked. Then, quietly, to Anna and Balthazar, "That was the last name of Cas's vessel."

"Yeah," Donna said. "Lovely girl, she didn't deserve what her parents left her with..."

"Is her dad, by any chance, a James Novak?" 

"Yeah." Donna thought a moment. "Yeah. Jimmy, that's right..."

"Okay," Balthazar said. "You seem legit. I'm Balthazar."

Donna stared at me somewhat expectantly. "Okay, okay. I'm Gabriel."

"Are you all named after angels?"

"You could say that..." Anna trailed off.

"We are angels," I told her rather bluntly. Might as well cut to the chase. "Well, those two are. I am an Archangel, one of Heaven's most dangerous weapons."

"Gosh, don't give her any time to react, Gabe," Balthazar mumbled.

"Angels?" she asked. "I'm sorry for being rude, but...angels!?"

"Yes," Anna said calmly. 

"And remember that Novak girl? Her dad was possessed by an angel and, to my knowledge, still is." Balthazar smiled. "Any questions?"

Donna sighed and rubbed her forehead. "I'm not saying I believe you. I'm not sure what to believe. I mean, I've seen vampires and haunted masks, but never a servant of God."

"Not many people have," Anna said with a slight laugh.

"I know that I just want to help the Winchesters, so I'll take you to Jody's. She can help you get to them, deal?"

We agreed and got into her car, discarding the family man's SUV on the side of the road. And, once again, we continued our adventure.


	4. Three: Arguing With Three Teenagers and Two Adults in a Kitchen Over Whether Angels are Real

Despite not entirely believing us, Donna was pleasant company. She was talkative and when she wasn't talking to us, she turned up the music and blasted some '80s jams. Anna had fallen asleep again, and Balthazar had once again closed his eyes and leaned his head against the window. After a while, I think he actually lulled himself into something that wasn't exactly sleep, but it wasn't wake either, as he was unresponsive to me when I tried to get his attention.

"You got some sleepy siblings there," Donna commented, noticing my half-smile at seeing my siblings curled up in the back seat. I nodded.

"Yeah, when they aren't killing anything, they can be sorta cute." I made sure the music masked my voice in case Balthazar was just pretending to be 'asleep.' 

Donna didn't say anything for a few minutes. She adjusted her rear view mirror and for a brief second I saw the back seat, and Anna's wings tucked neatly behind her. It was comforting for me to see her so vulnerable and trusting enough to show her wings to other angels.

"So, Winchesters?" Donna gave a slight laugh. "Those two seem to be more trouble than they're worth, eh?"

I gave a lighthearted groan. "Tell me about it. I've died more than once because of them!"

"But there's just a sort of charm surrounding them," she continued. "You just have to like them."

I snorted. "Debatable."

"I guess- wait. Did you say you've died more than once?!" 

~o~

We arrived in Sioux Falls just after six in the morning, as the sun was creeping it's way into the sky. A feeling surged through me, that feeling that we were almost done with this nightmare. If all went well, we would be with Castiel and Sam Winchester by tomorrow. If all didn't go well, we could be in Micheal's grasp, or the demon's, and more than likely we would be dead (again).

Donna pulled into a neighborhood off of the downtown, and from there she pulled into a driveway in front of a stout house. Even from the car I could see the lights from the house and could almost smell the food. 

"Rise and shine, ladies!" I called to the back seat, rousing Anna and bringing Balthazar back to his senses. He grumbled something and I chuckled. "We're here!"

Donna cut the ignition, and after a while I was able to coax Anna out of her seat. We followed Donna to the doorstep and she rung the bell. After a couple of minutes, a sharp looking woman opened the door and smiled, which made her seem considerably less scary.

"Donna! Hey, I wasn't expecting you!" She gave our guide a quick side hug and then opened the door a little wider. "Come on in, the girls will be happy to see you."

"Sorry for showing up so out of the blue, Jody," Donna apologized as Balthazar, Anna, and I lagged behind. We came into the kitchen, where two teenagers were fighting over the toaster.

"Alex, it's my turn-" 

"No it isn't!"

"Alex, let Claire use the toaster," Jody said absentmindedly as she cleared off the table. From the counter, Claire gave Alex a smug smirk. Alex, meanwhile, was understandably more concerned about the three strangers who just waltzed into her kitchen.

"Hey, who're they?" She gave a vague gesture to us.

Jody looked as though she had just noticed us. "Yeah Don, who are they?"

"I'm Gabriel," I said, and then pointed to my two younger siblings. "That's Anna and Balthazar."

Claire perked up a bit. "Balthazar?"

Balthazar raised an eyebrow. "Yeees?"

"I think...someone's said your name before," she said hesitantly. "I don't remember who."

"Could it have been Castiel?" Anna pressed. 

"How do you know him?" She took a tentative step back.

"He's our brother," said Anna.

Claire now fell back onto the counter. "You're angels?!"

Balthazar shot Donna an 'I told you so' look.

"Actually, I'm an Archangel," I corrected.

"Castiel mentioned all of you," Claire said. "Gabriel, the Archangel who fled. Balthazar, the angel who died. Annael, the angel who fell"

I gave what I hoped was a charming smile but what might have been a manic grin. I was shocked that Castiel had told his vessel's daughter about me, and for a brief second I felt an unbearable shame. "Guilty."

"Angels?" Jody asked, and something told me that our entire conversation with Claire she had spent processing the news. "What are angels doing in my kitchen?" 

"Asking for help," Anna said, and I could see her Grace creeping towards Jody.

"What can I do to help the Lord's most dutiful soldiers?" Jody said, a note of hysteria in her voice. 

"Please." Balthazar rolled his eyes. "Don't give us that much credit. I once got caught almost killing Fate."

"Normal angels, just once!" Anna muttered, and if we weren't in the presence of strangers she would have been much louder and probably throwing her hands up, the drama queen.

"We just need to get to the Winchesters," I said, ignoring the two. Then, remembering Micheal possessing Dean, "Sam Winchester, at least."

"We can do that," Alex answered dutifully, as Jody seemed to be at a temporary loss of words.

"I'll call Cas up right now," Claire added, already pulling her phone out of her pocket. 

"Hey...where's Patience?" Jody asked, remembering someone else.

"In bed, probably," Claire said with the phone pressed against her head.

"I'll go wake her up." Donna slipped down the hall, taking a break from the Heavenly drama in the kitchen. I didn't blame her. If I could go wake up a girl without seeming like a complete creep/pedophile, I would.

"He's not answering," Claire reported. "I'll try Dean."

"NO!" Anna, Balthazar, and I yelled at the same time.

Claire fixed us with a look that was eerily similar to Cas's.

"Uhh...well..." Balthazar drawled.

"Do you want the truth?" Anna asked.

The teenager frowned. "Probably not."

"Wait a sec." Jody was rubbing her temples, a slightly pained expression on her face. "What happened to Dean? What trouble did that idiot get himself into to?"

"On a scale from death to end of the world?" said Alex.

"Deep shit," I replied. "You know the Archangel Micheal?"

A series of collective nods.

"Well the lovely Dean somehow managed to get his dumb ass possessed by said Archangel, and is currently his bitch."

"And why would he do that?" Jody asked.

"Our theory right now is that he did it to kill Lucifer," Anna responded. "And yes, it is the Satan, the one and only."

A dark skinned girl, presumably Patience, decided to join our kitchen fiasco. She looked thoroughly confused, which was a fair reaction to what was happening. "Satan? What does he have to do with anything?" 

I sighed. "More than we would like, actually."

"Patience, this is Anna, Balthazar, and Gabriel," Donna introduced, gesturing to each of us respectively. "They are angels of the Lord."

"I know," Patience said, and no one seemed freaked out by her offhanded remark. I was too preoccupied to be bothered. 

Jody turned back to the teenagers. "Guys, I'm gonna take these three to Lebanon. I want you all to stay here."

"What? No way!" Claire yelled. "If Dean is in trouble, I'm going to go with you."

Jody rubbed her forehead in barely contained exasperation. "Claire..."

"Too late, I'm going!"


	5. Four: Sam Fucking Winchester

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> So this chapter is short and crappy but more updates soon!

The road trip wasn't going to be bad. After all, it was only six hours in a small car with two people who hardly knew us. How terrible could it get? Well, let's just say that there were a lot of worst case scenarios. 

Anna had finally regained her Grace, and was now staring sadly out the windshield from the middle seat. Her, Balthazar, and I had a heated game of Rock Paper Scissors to see who would get it. And now Anna was deeply regretting her decision to choose scissors. 

Jody didn't seem to want to talk to us. Claire kept giving quick glances to the rear view mirror, to the backseat. I don't think she knew that I noticed, but I was an Archangel, and I was very observant. Dad had once said that I was too observant for my own good.

Dad.

I didn't want to think about him for too long. After what Cas had told me about Dad going off with Auntie Amara, I don't think that I ever wanted to think of him again.

Claire flipped on the radio, and I silently praised her for filling the awkward silence. Tracy Chapman's Fast Car began to play, and Anna hummed from beside me. I raised an eyebrow.

"Do you like this song, Anne?"

Anna blushed. "My mom loved this song..."

"'Mom'?" I asked, a little bit offended.

"Yeah! Well...I guess she isn't my mom anymore, is she?" Something flickered in Anna's eyes, and I almost felt guilty for bringing it up.

"I guess not. She's your vessel's mom, though."

Jody gave us a pointed look through the mirror. It was the kind of look that made even the coldest of soldiers apologize.

Within two hours the heavy silence hadn't depleted, and Claire had even turned off the radio. Every once in a while I tried angel radio, but nothing ever came through. The quiet was worse than the jumbled voices that usually occupied it. 

Four more hours. Dad help us.

~o~

The next two hours passed slowly. No one talked, at all. It was afternoon by this point, and everything seemed too bright. At this rate, we would arrive at two p.m. I hoped Sam and Cas were at least at the bunker. If not, then I was afraid I would have a breakdown.

Maybe I would have one before then.

~o~

Hallelujah, praise Dad, we were finally in Kansas. After six hours of a near-silent car ride, two of them spent wedged between Anna and Balthazar, we were finally standing outside of the bunker, about to walk in - we were practically on top of it. No, scratch that. We were literally on top of it. I could reach out and touch the door. 

Anna beat me to it, though. She knocked. I heard shuffling from across the door, and a disheveled Sam Winchester opened the door, brandishing a gun.

He spotted Jody and Claire first. "Jody? Claire? What-" He saw us.

"GABRIEL? BALTHAZAR? IS THAT-IS THAT ANNA FUCKING MILTON?!" 

"No, it's John Lennon," Anna said flatly.

"But you're dead," Sam said. "I mean...Micheal - and Lucifer...and Cas-"

"Yeah, I've been meaning to talk to him about that," Balthazar said, pushing past Sam and into the bunker. "You coming?"

Sam followed limply.


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